Maybe
If i had written it with a pen
It would have been permanent.
But instead
I wrote our story with a pencil
And in the end.
You just erased everything.
So I guess it was my fault
that it was only—
An Ephemeral Bliss...
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Scattered Pieces
Poetry~if i learn the story behind each scattered pieces, will I finally know how the glass looked before it was broken... #25 & #24 in poets #1 in brokenpieces #1 in brokenglass #8 in poetry #8 in poetess #7 in originalpoetry #28 in poetrybook >None of...
